TURNING
January 20th, 2009
POEM ON INAUGURATION DAY
Sir, we know we
might sound unhinged.
So much has been
set at your door.
We’ve spun and sought,
cut loose sad strings,
painted our walls
to match our hearts.
We’ve stumped and sung,
tried and tracked, stood
and stayed and prayed.
We’ve come around.
Now things turn on
you. Now you are
our lens. And now
there will be fire.
We will end up
burned or burnished,
colored, consumed,
or cauterized.
What will we do
with the ashes?
How will we clean
the streets and clocks?
Although we know,
we turn to you.
We ask that you
stay who you are.
Sir, we know what
turning sounds like.
Everything has
already changed.
Scott Fogel
20 January 2009
Poem On Inauguration Day by Scott Fogel is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.